Children of the Sun
by Herbert L. Burd
Anicient times of long ago
Lies the answers that we need to know
Temples raised up to touch the sky
People dressed like they were ready to fly
Answers to many things lie deep within the eye.
We are the strong ones
We are the rivers that run
We are the chosen ones
We are the children of the sun.
We are all related somehow
What was red is now blonde
What was clear is now black
Doors that were open are now closed
Where there were answers now lie question.
Where kings reined now fools exist
What was truth now is lie
Bring me back to true love
Open again the heavens above
When the journey is done
Return, children of the sun.
